it started raining today and i don't think it's supposed to stop until it is actually 2021. it's just enough rain to make my arthritis jump for joy. fuck me. i have been in pain all damn day, even when i was napping.
i did make it to the pharmacy today to pick up my pills. the store was fucking crowded as hell. thankfully, the line at the pharmacy wasn't long. on the drive home, i thought about the time i set myself on fire when i was 17 and why i stopped, dropped and rolled. i think i figured out in my 20's that i hadn't snuffed out the will to live just yet. part of me believes that the actual writing of the poems is my will to live now. so, i suppose i should look forward to my next case of writer's block.
the Dayton Flyers open their A10 season tonight at home against LaSalle. Dayton is favored by 12 to win the game. i'm really hoping it isn't that close. here is a podcast previewing the game tonight.
after i watch the Dayton game on ESPN+, i may check out some of the World Juniors tonight. i did watch a little college football this afternoon. plus, it is always nice to see Liverpool drop points, especially when Manchester United is in second place.
i'll probably be on here pretty early tomorrow. that is, of course, unless i have a flurry of poems hit me at the end of this fucking year.
they finally have picked up the recycling. just imagine if they actually did this shit on a schedule.
i need to go ice my bad back, so that's all for me kids.
until tomorrow...
fight the power.
fuck racism.
fuck hatred.
fuck the police.
black lives matter.
stay healthy.
wash your fucking hands.
wear your mask.
algunos días no hay suficiente alcohol en el mundo para todo este dolor
be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.
peace and chicken grease...
music:
AC/DC - Shot in the Dark
Pearl Jam - River Cross
The Pretty Reckless - Death By Rock And Roll
System Of A Down - Protect The Land / Genocidal Humanoidz
"Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire." - Patti Smith
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
we had a hard freeze last night. i guess winter has decided to set back in for the end of 2014 here. i put out a little extra bird food for the amazing number of birds that actually stay here in the winter. if they only knew i feed them so the cats will have a chance to kill them... speaking of the cats, they seem to be enjoying the limited amount of sunshine we're getting these days. even the young ones lay out in the yard when the sun is out. it almost made it to 30 degrees today. thankfully, no snow.
i completely forgot when i was writing my blog post for yesterday that i have a basketball game to go to tonight. the Dayton Flyers take on Ole Miss in their final non-conference game of the season. this should be another tough, interesting affair. hopefully i'm enjoying a victory beer later tonight.
the New York Rangers win streak came to an end last night. they lost in Dallas 3-2. oh well, shit happens. they play again on New Year's Eve in Florida. i'll be watching that game after i watch the USA take on Canada in the 2015 World Juniors.
i thought Monday Night Raw was pretty good last night. i really enjoyed the evil Seth Rollins. hopefully that's a side of him that comes out more often.
but the best part of the night to me was Daniel Bryan. the way he strung the crowd along and had them and every viewer at home in the palm of his hands.
that certainly put a smile on my face. and it almost made me want to see the Royal Rumble next month. almost.
if you're wondering about the title of this blog, i had some corn for dinner last night. so, think about corn and then think about shit in a toilet. my digestive system is working.
i'm guessing it's going to be another late dinner at Waffle House tonight after the game. the game is being televised nationally on the CBS Sports Network.
mom went into work today. she kind of had to as the phones here are fucking horrible. and the really funny part is the internet goes out whenever the phone rings or is picked up to check for messages or make a call. once again, thank you to Frontier Communications for being the worst fucking company i have EVER used in my life. thankfully, once we move to the new house, i'll hopefully NEVER have to deal with these fuckers again.
mom said she was going to be back home around 2 pm. i laughed as i figured that wasn't going to happen. sure enough, it's a 4:45 pm as i'm writing this and she isn't home yet.
i cleaned the toilets today. that was certainly fun as my back stiffened up each time i had to stoop down to scrub something clean. good times.
i did manage to get a few songs downloaded on iTunes today, even with the shitty internet. you'll see those songs below in the music section.
that's all for me today. i'll be on here early tomorrow as the USA vs. Canada game starts at 4 pm. i certainly want to get everything done before that starts.
hope everyone is having a great day. if not, go open that bottle of scotch you've been hiding from your alcoholic kids and go enjoy it. thanks again for allowing me to waste a few minutes of your time.
be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.
peace and chicken grease...
music:
Zac Brown Band - The Grohl Sessions, Vol. 1 - EP
Hayes Carll w/Caitlin Rose - Lover Don't Let Me Down
B0RNS - 10,000 Emerald Pools
Ryan Adams - Gimme Something Good
"Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire." - Patti Smith
i woke up this morning and it was 50 degrees outside. most of the ice and snow is gone now, but there is still some stubborn places that haven't melted yet. nothing like the lane and all the areas around the house becoming shitty and muddy right before we're supposed to get 3 inches of rain. fun.
the Dayton Flyers won last night 96-84. they should have scored 100 but they have a terrible habit of getting a big lead and taking their foot off the gas pedal. big game coming up on Sunday against Southern Cal. Dayton will be looking to get some revenge for their overtime loss last season in California. the game is close to being a sell out, so it should be a pretty good one.
was listening to the post game show on the radio and heard the news about the death of Pat Flanagan. he owned the bar where the post game show takes place. the best Irish pub i've ever been in. and one of the nicest humans ever. at least he didn't have to deal with this round of cancer very long. rest in peace.
of course, i got home and immediately got sick. not sure what the fuck it was from, but it's a little hard to enjoy a victory beer sitting on the toilet. good times.
today has just been one long dreary mess. must be the holidays.
i now have some injury concerns on my fantasy football teams. figures.
the Rangers play tonight against the Islanders. nothing like a little hatred for the holidays. if the Rangers lose tonight i will be beyond pissed off. plus my sister will be here, so that will add to the fireworks. something will get said, i'll end up blowing a fuse... good times.
i'll probably be on here tomorrow after Manchester United plays. hopefully i will be in a better mood. just don't count on it.
music:
AC/DC - Back in Black
Valerie June - Pushin' Against a Stone
Shovels and Rope - O' Be Joyful
Sonic Youth - Daydream Nation
"Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire." - Patti Smith
i was on such a good roll. the writing was going well. the sports teams have been winning, causing me not to miss the NHL as much as i thought i would, and then...
1 point losses fucking suck. no way around it. i would much rather watch a team i'm rooting for get beat by 50 and know there was no way possible they could have won than endure what i did last night. Dayton was asleep for most of the first half until a furious rally to cut the lead to 2. a little back and forth in the second half, even getting the lead until, for some fucking unknown reason, they completely forgot how to beat a 2-3 zone. now, as someone who has known basketball 101 since i was 10, this was horrific to watch. even worse, it went on for almost 10 minutes. fuck me. needless to say, when their best player goes out injured with 4 minutes left (Kevin Dillard), i pretty much gave up hope. they staged another rally until the final shot, down by 1, and no one decides they were going to be the one to step up. so, the 2 last second prayers weren't answered and i get to mumble for the next 7 hours; if they would have done this, done that, no wonder people think i'm insane.
so after some awful sleep, thank you mother nature, i wake up this morning to see Manchester United has drawn Real Madrid in Champions League play. horrible news. only sliver of hope is the second leg is at home. but, that will be surreal seeing CR7 in something other than Manchester red on that pitch.
add in the coming storm, winds supposedly strong enough to knock out the power, my aching back, and the usual holiday blues... what a fucking shit storm all at once.
on the good side, did have a line come to me last night that i believe may spark a fury of writing in the coming days. i would mention it here but i know some fucker would steal it.
thoughts and prayers to my friend in California. hopefully, your health scares will be over soon.
and speaking of California, a thank you to Luis Berriozabal for the poems. much appreciated.
music today:
Disturbed - Asylum
Hayes Carll - Trouble In Mind
The Breeders - Last Splash
"Never let go of that fiery sadness called desire." - Patti Smith
